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Act 2: Awe-inspiring blooming like a flower Chapter 139: Divine Voice (Part 2)

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    'Anyone who is disrespectful will be trapped in a mental prison forever and will not be able to escape for eternity.  ¡¯

    Even the swordsman himself didn¡¯t know why he could see the prayer flashing in the golden runes at that moment.  But what if you see the text?  Even the most reckless person can realize how desperate the current situation is.

    He was wrong.

    He realized his mistake when the wave of golden runes rose.

    In a fantasy world, how could a church have no means of defense?  Especially for this kind of marble church, there are countless condolences and runes on it.  But he was bewildered.  I was confused because of the old man's low profile and being alone.  He mistakenly felt that this church had no power, so he broke in rashly.

    So now he will pay the price, and he will pay the price he deserves for his recklessness.

    "God loves the world. When people are in crisis, God says, 'Write your name here, and no one can hurt you.'"

    The wrinkled face of the old priest in linen robes showed a sincere smile, as if he was preaching. His fingers like dry wood brushed the gilt-edged scriptures, and he spoke in a clear voice.  The precepts of the scriptures.

    ?? Brilliant hymns roared in the church, and the player witnessed the myth at that moment.

    It was like a miracle.  The moment the old man spoke the words, countless words and prayers flashed across the thick walls of the entire church.  Under the surprised and horrified gaze of the swordsman, the dark brown bricks disintegrated into golden runes one after another, repelling the restless players from the ground as if they had their own will.

    The church is broken.  Then the dark world also shattered.  Everything was shattered the moment the law appeared.  Just like a mirror being broken, some will has eroded into the world and tampered with the appearance of the entire world.

    Countless sounds, countless runes, like a completely different world, the original dark and narrow church was replaced by a two-dimensional world composed of golden words in an instant.  It was a barrier composed of countless runes and words filled with sacred concepts.  It's like another world, infinitely extending and unfolding in the eyes.  Countless runes and wills shuttled across the sky and the earth, dragging players into the rune cage with malice through their hurried movements.

    And some dark golden words even directly led the flowing words, gradually condensing into a terrifying palm composed of symbols.  Just like pinching an ant, I pinched their heads and lifted them up in the air as they screamed in fear.

    "Boss! Help me! Boss! Boss!" "Help! I don't want to die!" "What is this!"

    "Screams like this came from the mouths of those people, but the boss they had high hopes for, who was said to have inherited the peerless swordsmanship of a certain sword master, did not even dare to move.  Like a pig about to be killed, he just stared blankly at the combination of flying runes and the smiling old face of the old man. He didn't even have the courage to swing his sword.

    Because it was a complete defeat, you knew your ending just by looking at it.

    "What? What on earth is this? Why do bricks turn into runes? Can even space be transformed?"

    The swordsman commander looked at the replaced world in disbelief and muttered to himself unwillingly.  Looking at the old man holding a book and smiling in the golden rune world, he felt a chill rush from his tailbone to his brain.  This is no longer within the scope of human beings. What kind of skill is this transformation between matter and spirit?  I have never even heard of such a terrifying power.

    He knows that Yuannanli¡¯s will is a manifestation of power, and he also knows that there are people who can affect changes in the world with just words and language.  Those mages and alchemists can also use runes and will to construct and strengthen substances.  These are all very natural things.  But he never dreamed that this old man, this kind-looking old man who was very shivering just now, this old priest who had always been alone, could actually perform such a terrifying miracle by himself.

    He built the entire church with language and his own will.

    The whole church, those bricks, those lights, the statue, the glass, the door, the ground, and the nearby sky.  Everything, everything, is composed of the words and will of the priest.  He alone makes up this world.

    The old pastor used his own will and his own pen to construct the whole world and incorporated it into his heart.

    And now, what he sees is the old man¡¯s true face.  Those golden runes and godsThe law, those dark golden prayers and thoughts are all the self that the old man obtained after praying to heaven and earth at a certain time.  All of these are equivalent to spells and abilities.  And in this world of infinite golden runes, the power that the old man can use is naturally unlimited.

    "Those who do not believe in God and do not respect me will be pierced by a platinum sword."

    The old man stood in the center of this golden world, his face full of wrinkles and age spots filled with kindness and kindness.  The dry fingers brushed the scriptures in his hands, slightly lighting up the ink fonts written by his own hands, floating in mid-air and condensing into power.

    The wave of words seemed to be conscious and bypassed the young swordsman who was standing there, condensing into a platinum blade in mid-air that was as solid as substance.  In the frightened eyes of those players, those white-gold swords were inserted into the chests of all of them cleanly.  No matter whether it is leather armor or steel armor, there is no way to prevent the penetration of these platinum swords.

    "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

    Like passing through a piece of tofu, most people's eyes bulged, their heads drooped and they died the moment they were penetrated.  But some of the remaining tenacious guys let out indescribable screams in mid-air.

    What are you warning about?  Still showing something?  The swordsman didn't know, he just stared at the scary old priest blankly.

    "Let me introduce myself again, this player who has his own pursuits."

    Bathed in the screams, the old priest patted the non-existent dust on his body and closed the classics in his hands.  An old face like an orange peel showed an amiable, yet creepy smile to the swordsman player.

    "I am the fourth seat of the Supreme Holy Guardian Knights, the Golden Rule. Personally, I would rather you call me the Ascetic Monk Ewart."

    The old man wearing a linen robe had a smile on his face.

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